Tickled Squirrel February 2015 | Page 27

Feeling scared I decided to attempt to get back and so continued down the stairs. It wasn’t long before I saw the light again and I emerged shaking from all I had seen. Again, something felt different. Looking around me the house appeared to be different again. The walls were not plastered, the windows were missing, and above me, no floorboards appeared to have been laid yet. I decided to give the stairs one more go and plunged myself back into the blackness. I stumbled and fell down the stairs, banging my head on something in the process. When I awoke I found that I was in the middle of a field. Holding my hand to my head I realised that I had gashed it and I was bleeding quite badly. Struggling to my feet I looked around me, trying to get a bearing on where I might be. It then it occurred to me … I had gone back in time. I immediately recognised the road which passed Rookery Farm, or whatever this field is called now. I appeared to be stuck i